When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 419

Hearing that, Bryant seemed to freeze for a moment, a mix of shock and disappointment crossing his face.

After a brief silence, he looked at me unexpectedly. “Not even a lie?”

“You were never much of a liar,” I replied with a smile, feeling at ease.

In the past, I had heard too much. He always was someone who disdained lying.

“She ran away from home, I have to find her.”

“She got a divorce, I’m worried she might do something rash.”

“She got into a car accident while speeding, I can’t rest easy if I don’t go see

her.”

And later on, he didn’t even bother with excuses, it was just: “I’m going to see

her.”

It was always about his sister. He couldn’t just ignore her.

It seemed that having this connection meant that if I showed even a slight concern, I was being petty. To object was unthinkable, almost akin to committing a crime.

Quite ironic. This was the boomerang effect everyone talked about online.

Bryant probably never thought this day would come. His grip on his cutlery loosened, and with a clatter, it fell onto the porcelain plate, the sound crisp and out of place in the quiet, music–filled restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, “Do you really have to go?”

As I stood up, grabbing my purse, I half–jokingly said, “This is just unfair. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave. Besides, I’m single now.”

Since it’s a boomerang/might as well be buy one, get one free.

expression as I strode

was parked at the rehabilitation center, and today being a

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I went back for my car before heading to Gregory’s, it would take an extra two or three hours. Might as well go

streets were crowded, and every now and then, young couples would share a quick kiss, then look at each

love was so open and

location Gregory gave me, I realized that this apartment complex

of the car and texted

what’s the apartment

replied instantly, [Building 6, Unit

unit. Just below

the one–apartment–per–floor setup, we’d probably be across

confidently made my way to

several minutes before the door

his wheelchair lifted his sharp, piercing

I played along, “Edith said your leg was hurting, asked me to check

at me,

“Oh, okay.”

smiling, “Then I’ll be

a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed my wrist, pulling me into

entrance, I asked, “I

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gaze was deep, his tone cold, “Suddenly my leg started hurting again. Is that

a pair of house slippers on the floor and asking,

“They’re Edith’s.”

his wheelchair, opened the shoe cabinet, and handed me a

“Thanks.”

off my high heels and changed into the slippers. As I was doing

“Not true.”